I remember the day you came to me. It was winter and very cold. My mind that day was more on your “didi” (older sister), just a year and half herself, and at home without me. You came – a small parcel wrapped up in cloth. I was expecting a shrieking, crying child, demanding to be fed/ burped/ changed and looked after. I had already steeled myself, resolving to not let your babyish ways monopolize all my time. Determined to also be fair to “didi, practically an infant herself. Instead you were completely undemanding. Quiet! as if saying “Mom, don’t worry about me. I can wait , check on her first”. And that won me over! the generosity, the patience , the “politeness”, that you showed as an infant. Even as a toddler, it was amusing to watch, the way you hero worshiped her. You were like putty in her hands. Even when she was unfair, you let it pass. Your eyes saying you were not fooled by her tricks but choosing to be generous because, after all she was your “didi”. and worth being treated like a little goddess.
As you both grew and your personalities started to firm. I saw traits I know I will be proud of – sensitivity, sincerity, generosity, willingness to share, desire to be fair, friendliness, chirpiness, quick wit and an awesome sense of humour. Soon your talents became evident too – An ear for music, a memory for dance steps, knack for languages and math, and a sharp intellect.
I also became aware of the areas that needed to be worked upon – A weakness for food, tendency towards laziness, fondness for TV. As a mother I worry about these. But I know that these are not insurmountable. What I really worry about are actually your qualities. Your sensitivity that lets you empathize with that child on the street but also makes you vulnerable to hurts and slights from your ‘companions’. Your sincerity, that lets you be the teachers pet, but also makes you an easy target for bullies! Your generosity that allows you to share your pencils with a classmate but also allows those less scrupulous than you to take advantage of you!
But your strengths far outnumber your frailties and looking at the child you are today. I can imagine the man you will be one day. A man of his words. A talented, intelligent , confident boy who will steal hearts with his words and win admiration with his intellect. And one who would never ever hurt his “didi” or any other girl cause they are “princesses” meant to be treasured! And that day I would consider my job as a mom, well done!